"Drink!"

One person goes down, and one person goes up again. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Almost when the body of the first sword disciple had not completely fallen into the ring, the other disciple who was in the second place on the left had already exhaled and continued to rise.

"I'll go!"

Ling Wei shouted and said angrily, "You guys have fought the wheel battle thoroughly enough!"

He thought that even if it was a wheel war, he would have to rest for a while, right?

As a result, the second person didn't even look at the same door who vomited blood and fell off the stage, but he just knew that someone was stepping down, so he went up.

Anyway, I also learned the experience of the first place, and the action of jumping into the ring was much smaller, and the body was almost flat against the ground of the ring.

With such a small amplitude, and under high vigilance, it would not be enough to let Ling Wei take the lead.

As a result, when he came to power, the precautionary attack really didn't come, and Ling Wei stood in place, his face was still sad and angry, and he didn't have any posture to fight.

"Wait, don't move!"

The one who came to the stage was about to draw his sword, but he saw Ling Wei pointing at his nose and shouting angrily.

Even if he was stunned, because he saw it impressively...... Ling Wei just turned his back in front of him and trotted.

After running a few steps, I pouted my ass and bent over.

It turned out to be to pick up a sword.

Brush Brush!

Ling Wei held the sword in one hand and threw two sword flowers, and then he was satisfied: "Come on!"

His sword fruit was also extraordinary, and he was stopped and slashed by the heavy sword that was condensed like substance, and there was not even a white mark left on the sword.

..........................................

Bang!

It was another lightning flash, and the second Sword Suppressor disciple had also vomited blood and stepped down.

Immediately after that, the third place.

Bang!

Fourth place.

......

Bang!

10th place.

Ling Wei's expression was finally no longer as calm as before, and after a sword hilt smashed on the head of the tenth Sword Suppressor disciple, his hands were already on his knees.

Large drops of sweat fell from his forehead to the ground and broke into eight petals.

"Damn!" he bowed his head and cursed angrily, "a hundred like this?"

Most of the people in the audience were stunned.

I originally thought that the person who was the first person on the left designated by Meng Haoran must be the one with the highest skill among the hundred, at least he could rank third.

After all, Bajian Villa is also prestigious, and the first competition at the beginning of this opening must always reveal the background of Bajian, so as not to fall into the name of the world's No. 1 Sword Casting Villa.

But who would have thought that Ling Wei had fought ten games in a row, and the opponents in each of them had a similar level of realm cultivation, and even slightly higher than the first person.

When the sixth game was fought, Ling Wei's lightning and flint no longer existed, and from then on, every person on the last person was a bitter battle, which consumed Ling Wei's internal strength extremely much.

Yes, after barely smashing the tenth person, he was already in a state of exhaustion.

Those who are clever and clever have already noticed that these sword disciples who were ousted by Ling Wei have returned to the team after a little breathing, and they are at the end of the right head.

Other words...... When all these 100 people have taken the stage, and still no one can achieve the 100 people slash, then, these more or less injured Sword Suppressor disciples will have to go to the second game?

After discovering this, some people immediately cheered Xiao Jiujiu in their hearts, and they felt even more fortunate, sure enough, the first one to go on will suffer.

This is a wheel war, but it is not just a wheel war for various sects and factions who want to seize the position of the leader of the Ten Thousand Swords Alliance.

While a hundred sword disciples are constantly consuming the power of challengers, how can they not consume their own skills?

This wheel war is mutual!

Thinking about this, those who have ambitions for the position of alliance leader are even more determined to have the idea that the better the evening, when all the hundred overlord sword disciples are injured and do not support, can they pick up a big bargain by themselves?

So after Ling Wei had obviously shown his inadequacy, no one still came to the stage to kick him away and challenge him from the beginning.

Let's fight, let's fight, let's all go up and walk for a while!

Almost all of them who had the opportunity to snatch the position of alliance leader suddenly unified their minds without communication.

Except, one person.

Ling Wei, who was gasping for breath, suddenly heard the sound of the typhoon, and someone had already bullied him.

Is it coming again?

He lowered his head and smiled bitterly, he really didn't give a little room for respite!

The right hand propped up on his knee barely pulled out the long sword that was inserted upside down in front of him, and he swung it with all his strength.

Smack!

Under the hard fighting, his movements were already much slower, and the sword was only halfway swung, and someone had slapped him lightly on the right shoulder.

"Brother Ling, that's enough. ”

Ling Wei was stunned, there was only one person who could call Brother Ling in the front yard of this sword.

His head suddenly cleared up a little, and when he looked up, he saw that the owner of that palm was Jian Chen.

It's just that it was Jian Chen after the change of appearance, the sickly pale and weak appearance on his face really made Ling Wei suddenly sympathize with him for ten more fights.

"Are you okay?"

Ling Wei's lips moved, and he whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

He and Jian Chen went south all the way for more than half a month, although they had not fought each other in the middle, but the two were of similar age, even if Jian Chen was slightly stronger, he was not much stronger than him.

And at this moment, in the face of a hundred elite sword disciples, he Ling Wei can fight ten, so how many can Jian Chen fight?

Eleven, or twelve?

"Okay......"

Jian Chen turned his head and looked at the expressionless row of sword disciples next to the four men of the Meng family.

Meng Haoran once said that as long as someone takes the stage to challenge, then the sword disciples will not make a move, and if no one comes to the stage, these elite disciples will take the school on their behalf.

Therefore, when he got into the ring, the eleventh sword disciple stopped moving.

Seeing Ling Wei's suspicious face, Jian Chen couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Don't worry, my kung fu can just restrain them." ”

This is not in vain, if it is about the length of internal strength, no one present at the moment can compare with him.

After all, the chaotic internal force that Xuan Ming has cultivated is best at recoiling the internal force that the opponent has blasted into his body, so when fighting, his chaotic internal force consumption is very small, and most of the internal force used for attack is the opponent's own internal force.

Without considering whether the attack power can break through the defenses in the body, based on this alone, even the two senior masters present Purdue Zen Master and Chixing Zhenren are afraid that they will not last as long.

In the second layer of Xuanming Jue, Jian Chen, who is in the realm of great success, faced an opponent whose cultivation is comparable, or even slightly lower, and hundreds of people are killed, which can be said to be right in the middle.

"Okay. ”

Ling Wei spread his hands, what should be done and what should be said, he has already done it, and with his internal strength at the moment, I am afraid that at most he will beat two more people to the limit, so what is the use of forcibly insisting?

turned around and jumped, but it was back to Guo Chuanzong's side.

As soon as Ling Wei left, Jian Chen was left alone, and the eleventh sword disciple saw that no one challenged him, and as soon as his body moved, he was about to go on stage.

"Wait!"

Hearing a loud shout, his body froze, and when he looked at it, it was Zhao Jiuxing of the Diancang Sect.

"The Ten Thousand Swords Alliance will choose the leader of the Ten Thousand Swords Alliance, you are a beggar disciple, what are you doing here?"

Zhao Jiuxing stared at Jian Chen and said angrily with extreme dissatisfaction.